[Intro]
St. Louis on the tag
Yeah
This that hard life talk (uh)
[Verse 1]
St. Louis street, cracked curb, same hoodie every day
Mama say she pray, I’m just tryna make the play
Red bricks, boarded houses, hear the metal when it slide
Everybody know somebody that ain’t make it out alive
Chalk lines fade, but the whispers stay loud
Pocket full of change, head heavy with the crowd
Whips slide slow, tinted up, bass knock
Eyes in the rearview watch every block
[Chorus]
Hard life on St. Louis street
Every corner, got a story, got heat
Guns flash, but I’m focused on the green
I love getting money, tryna build a new dream
Hard life on St. Louis street
Pray I make it back each time my phone beep
If I gotta hustle just to get what I need
I’ma turn all this pain into cream (yeah, yeah)
[Verse 2]
Dice game in the alley, lil cuz with a scar
He ain’t even twenty, swear he seen too much war
OG on the porch say the hustle got a cost
Either catch time, catch shells, or get lost
I ain’t tryna flex, I remember cold nights
Ramen in the pot, no power, one light
Now I stack, flip, stash, keep it low
Trying to make sure my people never see that low
[Chorus]
Hard life on St. Louis street
Every corner, got a story, got heat
Guns flash, but I’m focused on the green
I love getting money, tryna build a new dream
Hard life on St. Louis street
Pray I make it back each time my phone beep
If I gotta hustle just to get what I need
I’ma turn all this pain into cream (hard life)